Klaus closed the door to his private quarters with decisive click that marked beginning of isolation he desperately needed. The council meeting had left him drained—not physically, but mentally exhausted from navigating political complexities while grappling with cosmic revelations that defied easy explanation. He needed time away from diplomatic necessity and family obligation to address fundamental questions about his own existence.
"No interruptions," he commanded to the guards stationed outside his chambers. "I require absolute solitude for the immediate future. Inform my grandfather that I'll emerge when necessary business has been completed."
